The Cast
Within "padded" vanilla walls, a mare
has glistering coal-black wings. YOU feel
the dazzle of the moon's pearly
flush of the sugar-soft nights.
The streetlamp is crooked,
steals chocolate hues,
is caught...STAYED by
the night's cast,
of stars...
FAME?
Within "padded" vanilla walls, a mare
has glistering coal-black wings. YOU feel
the dazzle of the moon's pearly
flush of the sugar-soft nights.
The streetlamp is crooked,
steals chocolate hues,
is caught...STAYED by
the night's cast,
of stars...
FAME?
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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